gondowan

[gondowan]

who's up missing bo chow with a cigarette in his mouth stopping a poker game no questions asked to dance with his wife 🤕

[gondowan]

DIMENSIONAL RIFT | INFINITY NIKKI

[gondowan]

水晶でできた、私の友

[gondowan]

men who are hard to read until you get them in bed and then every "i can't believe you're letting me do this to you" thought is written clearly on their face and moaned into your ear

[gondowan]

“I’ll learn whatever I couldn’t do before”

I think Rafs hunger to learn for/abt mc is one of his hottest traits ngl

[gondowan]

"these researchers published a paper on something that literally any of us could have told you 🙄" ok well my supervisors wont let me write something in my thesis unless I can back it up with a citation so maybe it's a good thing that they're amplifying your voice to the scientific community in a way that prevents people from writing off your experiences as annecdotal evidence

[gondowan]

oh im gonna be weird about this for so long

[gondowan]

ah yes. me. my sister. and her 500 dollar three foot tall plushie of me.

[gondowan]

Transphobia is so antithetical to genuine feminism it blows my mind there's such a wide overlap like you either believe in autonomy and self determination or you don't

[gondowan]

when the game has actual sex in it but still the hottest thing to ever come out of it was that thing Xavier did with his pinkie finger

[gondowan]

same but different

You eat Xavier out. The Xavier in your dreams? She’s loving it. The Xavier in your bed? He’s not quite sure yet, but he’s willing. 

Xavier/afab!MC | Shen Xinghui/afab!MC f/f & f/m

notes: 18+, mdni, PWP. You eat f!Xavier out in a dream, wake up, and finish the job with m!Xavier. Cunnilingus (f!Xavier receiving). Rimming (m!Xavier receiving). Bottom!Xavier. Morning sex. Dream sex. Fluff and smut. Horny MC.  3k words of MC being a real horny down bad freak and eager to eat her girlfriend’s pussy and then her boyfriend’s ass. Mostly written for afab but there’s no strict MC pronouns. There’s dream logic. Please do not read if any of the above bothers you.

inspired by: #ladsyuriweek (especially by @stardustdusting and @vellatrelle ‘s art!), Xavier being an equal opportunity jealous hater, and Feverish Attempts (🔥). This is just pure self-indulgence and wish fulfillment from your local creature.

The last thing you remember is your head hitting the pillow, comfortable in Xavier’s embrace. 

“Good morning, neighbor,” Xavier’s soft voice, still frayed on the edges with sleep, greets your ears as you open the bedroom door. For a moment, a wayward thought of ‘Wait how did I get here?’ creeps through your mind as you take in the scene in front of you.

Morning sunlight creeps through Xavier’s room, gently filtering onto the bed, slowly pushing the dark away. She’s leaning back on the bed, at the center of the push and pull between day and night. The contrast between the light and dark illuminates the curve of her lips (so kissable!), the bright blue of her eyes (so impossibly beautiful!), the curl of her eyelashes, the glow of her ashen hair still mussed from sleep. Your fingers twitch, perhaps recalling some distant fiery night. 

A worn Area-51 shirt falls off Xavier’s shoulder as she sits up, and you’re gifted with the sight of a nearly unbroken expanse of pale skin from her neck to the tops of her breasts, ending just past the curve of her bicep. If you squint, you can almost make out the tiny constellation of moles on her collarbone. Now if only she would move the blanket just a bit more…

“You’re staring.” 

She looks back at you with a casual tilt of her head, mirth in her eyes. Casual except for the fact that it was definitely calculated in the way it pulled her shirt even lower and oh there’s a hickey there—

“You’re dangerous,” you whisper at the woman in front of you. Your woman. She’s your girlfriend. The realization is the final keel in your brain’s attempts to wake you.

Xavier. Your neighbor, your partner, your girlfriend. She’s your girlfriend. 

The realization sends a jolt of glee through your spine. 

A nagging thought tries to dislodge itself from the dim reaches of your subconscious. Somewhere, you’re not sure why Xavier is suddenly a girl. Or maybe she always was one? She interrupts your thoughts to shuffle closer to you; the sound of an angelic choir rings through your ears as she swings her legs out from under the blanket. 

You realize you don’t care, so you close the door and surrender to your dream. After all, it’s just Xavier.

“Join me?”

It’s an absolute no-brainer. You nearly stumble headfirst into her, and you both dissolve into a fit of giggles. “Aren’t you going to kiss me?” she asks, a defiant look in her eye.

Her thumb skims your bottom lip, and you turn to softly kiss the callouses on her palm. An unreadable emotion flashes on Xavier’s face before she blinks once. Twice. Suddenly her lips are on yours and kissing you, moaning into your mouth and for a few delicious moments, the two of you rock back and forth on each other, deepening the kiss. 

“Relax,” you breathe out as you pull back, sighing against her neck, not missing the pretty smile that flashes across her face. It makes your world brighter that she’s just as affected by this as you are. “I’m getting there.”

In an instant, Xavier flips you over, giggling as she rolls on top of you, pressing slow, soft kisses all over your cheeks. She hooks your finger underneath the elastic of her panties (a simple, black bikini that you know hugs her hips like none other, you’re almost loath to see it go).

An expectant look greets your eyes as she leans in close, breath hot at your cheek, hair grazing your neck.

“You don’t need any more hints, right?”

A kind of glee jolts through your body, the kind brought on by knowing exactly where this moment is going.

“I don’t know,” you murmur, sucking on her bottom lip as you snap the elastic of her underwear before sliding it off. “You might have to spell it out for me.” You make no move to touch her.

Xavier huffs a laugh, indulgent.   

“I can give you one more hint,” she says, pulling away, smiling at your confusion. If you were anymore lucid you would know that you were a goner.

“Will this suffice?”

Xavier leans back on the bed and pulls her knees towards her chest, toes pointing towards the ceiling, revealing her bare pussy to you, centimeters from your face. 

You let out a dignified choke. She’s achingly beautiful and erotic at whatever time it is in the morning; this scene in front of you needs to haunt your future reincarnations. Your eyes linger at the backs of her thighs, her pretty fingers, the warm color of her core. 

You wonder, would she prefer licking? Sucking? The flat of your tongue? No matter, may as well go through them one by one. Your heart skips a beat as you hover just above her pussy, so close you can feel the heat rising from her skin. You can almost swear it's getting warmer by the second.  

A restlessness stirs within you as you fidget, indecisive for a second before closing your eyes to lick a wide stripe up Xavier’s pussy. She sighs, a pretty sound, and you decide right then and there that your life’s work should be finding all the ways you can coax those noises from her lips. As you lower yourself onto the bed, your hands glide up the backs of her thighs, pulling her legs over your shoulders. 

You begin your exploration by placing a soft kiss at the center of her pubes and one at each of her hip bones, thumbs digging in just a tad, the way you know she likes.Slowly, your lips map out an invisible orbit around your star, Xavier.  

“Make me feel good, starlight.”

She takes a deep, shuddering breath in as you start to part her folds, moaning out your name in a hot whisper as your tongue darts over her clit. Xavier jolts, and it encourages you to throw all lingering thoughts out the window. 

You figure out quickly that Xavier likes having her clit sucked lightly and when you slowly run the flat of your tongue on it back and forth, almost like you’re trying to encompass all of it in your mouth. The temperature in the room rises as you luxuriate in Xavier’s moans, alternating between kissing and teasing her with your fingers, rubbing tight circles around her exposed clit. 

You also find that Xavier loves to talk, urging you in between moans to be louder.  

“I-I need to hear you angel,” she coos. Her bangs are starting to stick to her forehead from 

You don’t need to be told twice, as you allow your mind to go blank, devoted to nothing but Xavier’s pleasure. If she needed to hear you, well, you better comply. To your delight, Xavier rolls her hips against your mouth, head falling back with a pleasurable sigh exposing the long column of her neck.

You whimper against her inner thigh, thoroughly occupied. She tastes of musk and sweat and salt, and you can’t get enough, inhaling and rubbing your nose against her clit. Her thighs flex, forming a noose around your neck, and you can’t think of anywhere else you’d rather be. 

–

“Mmm…Xavier. You taste so good.”

Few things wake Xavier up from his comatose sleep faster than you. 

His eyelids twitch as his brain recognizes the sound of your voice calling his name. His body responds instinctively by holding you tighter and grinding against you, still flirting with sleep once he ascertained you weren’t in any immediate danger.

Your cries, wait no, no your moans, become more insistent.

“X-Xavier…mmm…” 

You were dreaming about him, fuck. Judging by the whines and whimpers coming from your lips and the way you squirm, it’s exactly the kind of dream he wants to be having.

Xavier shudders, anticipation coiling in the pit of his stomach, “May I?” he whispers to your still sleeping form, leaving little soft kisses on your neck and shoulders. You give no indication that you’re about to wake up. 

—

In the reflection on the window you commit this to your everlasting memory– Xavier’s hand intertwined with yours, the other entwined in your hair, using her considerable strength to manipulate you as she pleases, moving your head so she can grind on your tongue better. It’s all you can do but make it as easy as you can for her, flattening your tongue so that her clit has more contact with it.

Her moans tell you everything you need to know. She looks so beautiful, chest blossoming into a beautiful pink, nipples perky in the morning air, eyes half lidded, hair fanning all over the pillows. This beautiful creature is your girlfriend and she’s getting so close, you’re almost there, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon—

“Star–”.

Just one more. You moan and push your tongue forward as hard as you can. Oh my god there it is–! 

Xavier always cums beautifully. She tenses, throwing her head back with one last punishing push of her hips to completion as her thighs flex around your ears, intent on making you ride it out with her. It’s all you can do but be still as you draw out her orgasm as best you can for as long as you can, savoring each shudder of her body.  

“Hey–”

Xavier’s voice, louder this time, finally pierces through the fog of your dream. 

You wake up with the sound of Xavier’s moans echoing in your ears, back against his chest. The last vestiges of your dream leave you with each blink of your eye. Your heightened arousal however, does not, when you realize that Xavier’s nuzzling your neck. 

“Wanna tell me what you were dreaming about?” he asks.

You sigh, half from the way his fingers are now tweaking your nipples, the other half from suddenly having to think about how Xavier himself would react to you having this dream.

“I was dreaming about you.”

“I wouldn’t have guessed,” he breathes, indulging you fondly, “I’m going to need some details.” 

You decide to tell him the truth. Honesty in relationships and all that.

“I dreamt that you were female, and that I was eating you out.” 

The moment hangs in the air, suspended for just a second. Xavier can’t seem to decide what he wants his reaction to be, as you watch his expression flit from confusion to maybe irritation to sort of okay with it. You decide to save him the trouble of coming up with a response. 

“Can you blame me for wanting you in every way possible?” you stammer, feeling the heat rise on your face, an exaggerated pout to mask your embarrassment. But he can tell. 

“Oh..” Xavier’s eyes go wide as your words settle, it’s Xavier you want, always, even in your dreams. No matter what configuration he takes. 

He knows you’re not actually mad, but…Xavier never misses the opportunity to be in your debt, to further entangle himself in your life.  

He puts on a slightly exaggerated pleading air, looking up at you from under his eyelashes, as enticing as your dream. “Can I make it up to you?” Xavier whispers, running his lips over your knuckles. He would be delighted to indulge in you first thing in the morning. Xavier smooths his hands down your sides, rubbing soothing warm circles around your back as he draws you in closer. 

“Well…” you draw circles on his chest as you pretend to think, “you can make it up to me by letting me finish the job.”

He blinks.

“I’m sorry?”

The look of confusion is endearing.

———

So that’s how you got Xavier on his hands and knees, back arched, ass in the air, shuddering with each pass of your tongue across the sensitive muscle. 

For a while, you actually don’t pay him much mind, instead working your tongue up from his balls to his ass. A full body shudder courses through Xavier and he bucks back into you, a tacit invitation for you to continue. His cock stands at attention in between his legs, twitching; without your hands holding him up, he’d most certainly start humping the bed. 

It’s rare for Xavier to accept your affections like this, so single-minded he is in ensuring your pleasure at all times. The fact that you’re taking him like this, being the one solely responsible for those angelic whimpers and moans gives you an insane head rush.  

You fail to notice that you, too, are dripping, the tops of your thighs starting to shine with evidence of your arousal. 

You know in the back of your mind that he’ll repay this tenfold, and you can’t wait. But right now… it’s a little hard to keep touching his cock from this angle though, and you curse inwardly when you lose your grip ... ..as pretty as it is to have him push back onto your tongue, this would be easier if Xavier were on his back. You take one last peak at him, hoping to commit the way his back muscles move and the pink on the tips of his ears to memory before abruptly pulling away.

The tail end of Xavier’s moan is marked with confusion as he looks back at you. 

“Get on your back Xavier,” you whisper, your tone is gentle but warrants no questioning. The tunnel vision is setting in again, and all you can think about is how much sooner you can get back to work him all over your lips and tongue. He looks back at you from under his pretty eyelashes, panting just a little slightly before pouting just a little and getting on his back. 

You’re getting an odd sense of deja vu looking at Xavier laying on the bed, chest impossibly pink and warm with sweat, jaw gritted, eyes full of adoration and anticipation— it’s identical to Xavier in your dream. Xavier’s chest is heaving, eyes blinking slowly in a darkened haze before his hands reach under yours and he spreads himself a little wider, inviting you back.

Inviting you back.

“K–keep going.” he whispers, eyes scrunching shut before turning into the pillow in embarrassment, cheeks aflame.

You grin with satisfaction against Xavier’s inner thigh before resuming your slow licks across his hole, occasionally pressing inward using the tip of your tongue. You can tell you’re nearing your goal as Xavier’s hips start to thrust further into his hand. His breath starts to hitch and–

A wicked idea crosses your mind, and you shoo Xavier’s hand away from his cock, and he whines from the sudden lack of contact, suddenly filled with restless energy, opting to busy his hands by gripping onto the pillows and sheets. You reach between your legs, finger circling your clit for just a moment before reaching further to coat your fingers, making sure to get your thumb and index finger. It’s filthy, what the two of you are doing first thing in the morning, but judging from the way Xavier is immediately thrusting into the wet ring created by your hand, and how you yourself are dripping as you continue to rim him, you’re both really unabashedly into it.  

The tendons on the side of his neck are flexed and Xavier is shaking with exertion from trying not to finish all over his own stomach. His nails are leaving crescents— 

He’s doing a good job walking the razor’s edge of pleasure– until you push him forward til he’s practically folded in half, hands on the back of his thighs to spread him wider, and its with one last hard sweep of your tongue across his hole, and a really loud suck that Xavier loses his fight. He’s so taken aback by the force of his orgasm– the feeling of your hand around his cock coupled with your lips on his hole, all the points of new contact coalesce into an orgasm that overwhelms Xavier and leaves him breathless as cums all over his neck and face, cock throbbing and hot in your hand, your tongue pushing into his hole, prolonging his orgasm for as long as you can. 

You’re rewarded for all your efforts when you look up at him, both of you gasping for air, and see that Xavier’s eyes rolled back into his skull. His cock throbs in your hand, spent. 

Your boyfriend looks utterly debauched, erotic, loved, having painted himself with his own cum. Xavier’s lips are puffy and kiss-worn, hair plastered to his forehead from sweat, bite marks and hickies blossoming on his inner thighs and ass, nipples pink from your attention, thoroughly overrun with pleasure having just cum from being eaten out.   

You don’t fare much better, arousal all over your thighs, chest heaving, spit running down your chin. You run your palm over Xavier’s side, both as a grounding balm and a silent question. He squeezes your hand before interlacing your fingers with his. 

The last thing you remember is your head hitting the pillow, comfortable in Xavier’s embrace. 

I have no one to blame but myself. Please practice good hygiene and safe sex. Once again banner art is from @stardustdusting (@/juyonu on twt). Forget-me-not dividers are from @/thecutestgrotto.

I’ve looked at this for a little too long so I’m posting it before I chicken out entirely. Thank you so much for reading! I always appreciate and look forward to comments/reblogs/likes <3

Happy Pride!

[gondowan]

same but different

You eat Xavier out. The Xavier in your dreams? She’s loving it. The Xavier in your bed? He’s not quite sure yet, but he’s willing. 

Xavier/afab!MC | Shen Xinghui/afab!MC f/f & f/m

notes: 18+, mdni, PWP. You eat f!Xavier out in a dream, wake up, and finish the job with m!Xavier. Cunnilingus (f!Xavier receiving). Rimming (m!Xavier receiving). Bottom!Xavier. Morning sex. Dream sex. Fluff and smut. Horny MC.  3k words of MC being a real horny down bad freak and eager to eat her girlfriend’s pussy and then her boyfriend’s ass. Mostly written for afab but there’s no strict MC pronouns. There’s dream logic. Please do not read if any of the above bothers you.

inspired by: #ladsyuriweek (especially by @stardustdusting and @vellatrelle ‘s art!), Xavier being an equal opportunity jealous hater, and Feverish Attempts (🔥). This is just pure self-indulgence and wish fulfillment from your local creature.

The last thing you remember is your head hitting the pillow, comfortable in Xavier’s embrace. 

“Good morning, neighbor,” Xavier’s soft voice, still frayed on the edges with sleep, greets your ears as you open the bedroom door. For a moment, a wayward thought of ‘Wait how did I get here?’ creeps through your mind as you take in the scene in front of you.

Morning sunlight creeps through Xavier’s room, gently filtering onto the bed, slowly pushing the dark away. She’s leaning back on the bed, at the center of the push and pull between day and night. The contrast between the light and dark illuminates the curve of her lips (so kissable!), the bright blue of her eyes (so impossibly beautiful!), the curl of her eyelashes, the glow of her ashen hair still mussed from sleep. Your fingers twitch, perhaps recalling some distant fiery night. 

A worn Area-51 shirt falls off Xavier’s shoulder as she sits up, and you’re gifted with the sight of a nearly unbroken expanse of pale skin from her neck to the tops of her breasts, ending just past the curve of her bicep. If you squint, you can almost make out the tiny constellation of moles on her collarbone. Now if only she would move the blanket just a bit more…

“You’re staring.” 

She looks back at you with a casual tilt of her head, mirth in her eyes. Casual except for the fact that it was definitely calculated in the way it pulled her shirt even lower and oh there’s a hickey there—

“You’re dangerous,” you whisper at the woman in front of you. Your woman. She’s your girlfriend. The realization is the final keel in your brain’s attempts to wake you.

Xavier. Your neighbor, your partner, your girlfriend. She’s your girlfriend. 

The realization sends a jolt of glee through your spine. 

A nagging thought tries to dislodge itself from the dim reaches of your subconscious. Somewhere, you’re not sure why Xavier is suddenly a girl. Or maybe she always was one? She interrupts your thoughts to shuffle closer to you; the sound of an angelic choir rings through your ears as she swings her legs out from under the blanket. 

You realize you don’t care, so you close the door and surrender to your dream. After all, it’s just Xavier.

“Join me?”

It’s an absolute no-brainer. You nearly stumble headfirst into her, and you both dissolve into a fit of giggles. “Aren’t you going to kiss me?” she asks, a defiant look in her eye.

Her thumb skims your bottom lip, and you turn to softly kiss the callouses on her palm. An unreadable emotion flashes on Xavier’s face before she blinks once. Twice. Suddenly her lips are on yours and kissing you, moaning into your mouth and for a few delicious moments, the two of you rock back and forth on each other, deepening the kiss. 

“Relax,” you breathe out as you pull back, sighing against her neck, not missing the pretty smile that flashes across her face. It makes your world brighter that she’s just as affected by this as you are. “I’m getting there.”

In an instant, Xavier flips you over, giggling as she rolls on top of you, pressing slow, soft kisses all over your cheeks. She hooks your finger underneath the elastic of her panties (a simple, black bikini that you know hugs her hips like none other, you’re almost loath to see it go).

An expectant look greets your eyes as she leans in close, breath hot at your cheek, hair grazing your neck.

“You don’t need any more hints, right?”

A kind of glee jolts through your body, the kind brought on by knowing exactly where this moment is going.

“I don’t know,” you murmur, sucking on her bottom lip as you snap the elastic of her underwear before sliding it off. “You might have to spell it out for me.” You make no move to touch her.

Xavier huffs a laugh, indulgent.   

“I can give you one more hint,” she says, pulling away, smiling at your confusion. If you were anymore lucid you would know that you were a goner.

“Will this suffice?”

Xavier leans back on the bed and pulls her knees towards her chest, toes pointing towards the ceiling, revealing her bare pussy to you, centimeters from your face. 

You let out a dignified choke. She’s achingly beautiful and erotic at whatever time it is in the morning; this scene in front of you needs to haunt your future reincarnations. Your eyes linger at the backs of her thighs, her pretty fingers, the warm color of her core. 

You wonder, would she prefer licking? Sucking? The flat of your tongue? No matter, may as well go through them one by one. Your heart skips a beat as you hover just above her pussy, so close you can feel the heat rising from her skin. You can almost swear it's getting warmer by the second.  

A restlessness stirs within you as you fidget, indecisive for a second before closing your eyes to lick a wide stripe up Xavier’s pussy. She sighs, a pretty sound, and you decide right then and there that your life’s work should be finding all the ways you can coax those noises from her lips. As you lower yourself onto the bed, your hands glide up the backs of her thighs, pulling her legs over your shoulders. 

You begin your exploration by placing a soft kiss at the center of her pubes and one at each of her hip bones, thumbs digging in just a tad, the way you know she likes.Slowly, your lips map out an invisible orbit around your star, Xavier.  

“Make me feel good, starlight.”

She takes a deep, shuddering breath in as you start to part her folds, moaning out your name in a hot whisper as your tongue darts over her clit. Xavier jolts, and it encourages you to throw all lingering thoughts out the window. 

You figure out quickly that Xavier likes having her clit sucked lightly and when you slowly run the flat of your tongue on it back and forth, almost like you’re trying to encompass all of it in your mouth. The temperature in the room rises as you luxuriate in Xavier’s moans, alternating between kissing and teasing her with your fingers, rubbing tight circles around her exposed clit. 

You also find that Xavier loves to talk, urging you in between moans to be louder.  

“I-I need to hear you angel,” she coos. Her bangs are starting to stick to her forehead from 

You don’t need to be told twice, as you allow your mind to go blank, devoted to nothing but Xavier’s pleasure. If she needed to hear you, well, you better comply. To your delight, Xavier rolls her hips against your mouth, head falling back with a pleasurable sigh exposing the long column of her neck.

You whimper against her inner thigh, thoroughly occupied. She tastes of musk and sweat and salt, and you can’t get enough, inhaling and rubbing your nose against her clit. Her thighs flex, forming a noose around your neck, and you can’t think of anywhere else you’d rather be. 

–

“Mmm…Xavier. You taste so good.”

Few things wake Xavier up from his comatose sleep faster than you. 

His eyelids twitch as his brain recognizes the sound of your voice calling his name. His body responds instinctively by holding you tighter and grinding against you, still flirting with sleep once he ascertained you weren’t in any immediate danger.

Your cries, wait no, no your moans, become more insistent.

“X-Xavier…mmm…” 

You were dreaming about him, fuck. Judging by the whines and whimpers coming from your lips and the way you squirm, it’s exactly the kind of dream he wants to be having.

Xavier shudders, anticipation coiling in the pit of his stomach, “May I?” he whispers to your still sleeping form, leaving little soft kisses on your neck and shoulders. You give no indication that you’re about to wake up. 

—

In the reflection on the window you commit this to your everlasting memory– Xavier’s hand intertwined with yours, the other entwined in your hair, using her considerable strength to manipulate you as she pleases, moving your head so she can grind on your tongue better. It’s all you can do but make it as easy as you can for her, flattening your tongue so that her clit has more contact with it.

Her moans tell you everything you need to know. She looks so beautiful, chest blossoming into a beautiful pink, nipples perky in the morning air, eyes half lidded, hair fanning all over the pillows. This beautiful creature is your girlfriend and she’s getting so close, you’re almost there, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon—

“Star–”.

Just one more. You moan and push your tongue forward as hard as you can. Oh my god there it is–! 

Xavier always cums beautifully. She tenses, throwing her head back with one last punishing push of her hips to completion as her thighs flex around your ears, intent on making you ride it out with her. It’s all you can do but be still as you draw out her orgasm as best you can for as long as you can, savoring each shudder of her body.  

“Hey–”

Xavier’s voice, louder this time, finally pierces through the fog of your dream. 

You wake up with the sound of Xavier’s moans echoing in your ears, back against his chest. The last vestiges of your dream leave you with each blink of your eye. Your heightened arousal however, does not, when you realize that Xavier’s nuzzling your neck. 

“Wanna tell me what you were dreaming about?” he asks.

You sigh, half from the way his fingers are now tweaking your nipples, the other half from suddenly having to think about how Xavier himself would react to you having this dream.

“I was dreaming about you.”

“I wouldn’t have guessed,” he breathes, indulging you fondly, “I’m going to need some details.” 

You decide to tell him the truth. Honesty in relationships and all that.

“I dreamt that you were female, and that I was eating you out.” 

The moment hangs in the air, suspended for just a second. Xavier can’t seem to decide what he wants his reaction to be, as you watch his expression flit from confusion to maybe irritation to sort of okay with it. You decide to save him the trouble of coming up with a response. 

“Can you blame me for wanting you in every way possible?” you stammer, feeling the heat rise on your face, an exaggerated pout to mask your embarrassment. But he can tell. 

“Oh..” Xavier’s eyes go wide as your words settle, it’s Xavier you want, always, even in your dreams. No matter what configuration he takes. 

He knows you’re not actually mad, but…Xavier never misses the opportunity to be in your debt, to further entangle himself in your life.  

He puts on a slightly exaggerated pleading air, looking up at you from under his eyelashes, as enticing as your dream. “Can I make it up to you?” Xavier whispers, running his lips over your knuckles. He would be delighted to indulge in you first thing in the morning. Xavier smooths his hands down your sides, rubbing soothing warm circles around your back as he draws you in closer. 

“Well…” you draw circles on his chest as you pretend to think, “you can make it up to me by letting me finish the job.”

He blinks.

“I’m sorry?”

The look of confusion is endearing.

———

So that’s how you got Xavier on his hands and knees, back arched, ass in the air, shuddering with each pass of your tongue across the sensitive muscle. 

For a while, you actually don’t pay him much mind, instead working your tongue up from his balls to his ass. A full body shudder courses through Xavier and he bucks back into you, a tacit invitation for you to continue. His cock stands at attention in between his legs, twitching; without your hands holding him up, he’d most certainly start humping the bed. 

It’s rare for Xavier to accept your affections like this, so single-minded he is in ensuring your pleasure at all times. The fact that you’re taking him like this, being the one solely responsible for those angelic whimpers and moans gives you an insane head rush.  

You fail to notice that you, too, are dripping, the tops of your thighs starting to shine with evidence of your arousal. 

You know in the back of your mind that he’ll repay this tenfold, and you can’t wait. But right now… it’s a little hard to keep touching his cock from this angle though, and you curse inwardly when you lose your grip ... ..as pretty as it is to have him push back onto your tongue, this would be easier if Xavier were on his back. You take one last peak at him, hoping to commit the way his back muscles move and the pink on the tips of his ears to memory before abruptly pulling away.

The tail end of Xavier’s moan is marked with confusion as he looks back at you. 

“Get on your back Xavier,” you whisper, your tone is gentle but warrants no questioning. The tunnel vision is setting in again, and all you can think about is how much sooner you can get back to work him all over your lips and tongue. He looks back at you from under his pretty eyelashes, panting just a little slightly before pouting just a little and getting on his back. 

You’re getting an odd sense of deja vu looking at Xavier laying on the bed, chest impossibly pink and warm with sweat, jaw gritted, eyes full of adoration and anticipation— it’s identical to Xavier in your dream. Xavier’s chest is heaving, eyes blinking slowly in a darkened haze before his hands reach under yours and he spreads himself a little wider, inviting you back.

Inviting you back.

“K–keep going.” he whispers, eyes scrunching shut before turning into the pillow in embarrassment, cheeks aflame.

You grin with satisfaction against Xavier’s inner thigh before resuming your slow licks across his hole, occasionally pressing inward using the tip of your tongue. You can tell you’re nearing your goal as Xavier’s hips start to thrust further into his hand. His breath starts to hitch and–

A wicked idea crosses your mind, and you shoo Xavier’s hand away from his cock, and he whines from the sudden lack of contact, suddenly filled with restless energy, opting to busy his hands by gripping onto the pillows and sheets. You reach between your legs, finger circling your clit for just a moment before reaching further to coat your fingers, making sure to get your thumb and index finger. It’s filthy, what the two of you are doing first thing in the morning, but judging from the way Xavier is immediately thrusting into the wet ring created by your hand, and how you yourself are dripping as you continue to rim him, you’re both really unabashedly into it.  

The tendons on the side of his neck are flexed and Xavier is shaking with exertion from trying not to finish all over his own stomach. His nails are leaving crescents— 

He’s doing a good job walking the razor’s edge of pleasure– until you push him forward til he’s practically folded in half, hands on the back of his thighs to spread him wider, and its with one last hard sweep of your tongue across his hole, and a really loud suck that Xavier loses his fight. He’s so taken aback by the force of his orgasm– the feeling of your hand around his cock coupled with your lips on his hole, all the points of new contact coalesce into an orgasm that overwhelms Xavier and leaves him breathless as cums all over his neck and face, cock throbbing and hot in your hand, your tongue pushing into his hole, prolonging his orgasm for as long as you can. 

You’re rewarded for all your efforts when you look up at him, both of you gasping for air, and see that Xavier’s eyes rolled back into his skull. His cock throbs in your hand, spent. 

Your boyfriend looks utterly debauched, erotic, loved, having painted himself with his own cum. Xavier’s lips are puffy and kiss-worn, hair plastered to his forehead from sweat, bite marks and hickies blossoming on his inner thighs and ass, nipples pink from your attention, thoroughly overrun with pleasure having just cum from being eaten out.   

You don’t fare much better, arousal all over your thighs, chest heaving, spit running down your chin. You run your palm over Xavier’s side, both as a grounding balm and a silent question. He squeezes your hand before interlacing your fingers with his. 

The last thing you remember is your head hitting the pillow, comfortable in Xavier’s embrace. 

I have no one to blame but myself. Please practice good hygiene and safe sex. Once again banner art is from @stardustdusting (@/juyonu on twt). Forget-me-not dividers are from @/thecutestgrotto.

I’ve looked at this for a little too long so I’m posting it before I chicken out entirely. Thank you so much for reading! I always appreciate and look forward to comments/reblogs/likes <3

Happy Pride!

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hark, a quiz!

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chaos conductor

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I am, once again, not watching Raf myth trailer so I can go in as blind as possible (and weep). Forced social media break for me this weekend it seems haha.

In the meantime….lads yuri calls

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there is no sensible way to say this but you need to write fic and draw art that makes you overheat and crash out